Thus shall you return to your first primal wail and yet come out different. Know that then you are royalty, a new breed of destroyer, whose garden shall flood with flowers known and unknown, as it was in the mythic dawn. The impatience you feel is your first slave to behead.Įnter as Lord Dagon has written: come slow and bring four keys. Lord Dagon would only have those clever enough to pause all else the Aurbis claims in their fool running. Reader, this book is your door to that demesne, and though you be a destroyer you must still submit to locks. In this moment we destroy her forever and enter the demesne of Lord Dagon. We mortals leave the dreaming-sleeve of birth the same, unmantled save for the symbiosis with our mothers, thus to practice and thus to rapprochement, until finally we might through new eyes leave our hearths without need or fear that she remains behind. Greetings, novitiate, and know first a reassurance: Mankar Camoran was once like you, asleep, unwise, protonymic.
